Monday, February 1, 2010

Once in a reporter's life a story comes along that is so riveting, so powerful, so...so...so....stutter-inducing monumentally important that it changes the course of a career. I found such a story this weekend.All the news stations predicted it. Some over-predicted it, some under-predicted, I even predicted they would predict it. I'm psychic that way.I got so tired of hearing about what I already knew about.And what was this catastrophic occurrence?

Snow

2 feet of snow. See?(I crack myself up. Have you ever heard Katie Couric make jokes like that? I didn't think so.)
I was ready to report the biggest news story since sliced bread. Here it is. Just for you.

"I know ofsnow"So here I go

I ventured outred hat in handthe brightestthe loopiestin all the landI will throwI will throwasnowballat youI will throwI will thrownot onebut two

I smelled itI touched itI measured it fineI named it FluffyI called it mineI must have fallena thousand times

Oh dear, am I channeling Dr. Seuss?It seems that my words have come quite looseI know they're only trees to youand a mess of branches in Bloggingham's blueBut it's different for meI live with the barkThey see me off earlyThey greet me at darkTheir shelter is lovelyTheir cover is trueWould I had a humanas sturdydon't you?